Prelude...

As usual, I am making my log entry. I should probably not call it so since it might end up in a book and a few centuries from now some college kids on a tedious literary project might have to go an extra metaphoric mile in order to decipher what it is was meant by “blog” back in the twentieth century. They could, however, take solace in the notion that I am not remotely focused on the issues portrayed here, and I do have bigger things to think of as of now, later and even then. I wonder if a capsule of time could be opened like a gateway vein and connect this world with that of tomorrow. In our dreams, uncertain circumstances emanate without that heavy rational load that makes reality appear to be bounded by at least several rules and regulations. But reality, if taken too seriously, can be deceiving. Who knows what I’ll do once I leave from here! It’s a gorgeous Saturday night and the day, aside from some late commotion expurgated with impunity by the tenacious hand of duty, has gone smoothly. The words open up to me a universe of possibilities, undauntedly flowing with little regard to or contempt for argument, sentencing structures, as I imagine my walk towards some fun far away from this venture. I will continue with this nonsense, and maybe I’ll surprise the reader, bored to tears by now, with a sickening twist to this insipid transpiring of events. I had the intention to go out again tonight, so this writing might just serve as a prelude to the next… how pretentious of me. But really and rarely have I gone out and not surface with a story worth telling. Let’s see what then.